Oh my, how dreams change and form.
I dream of simple. I dream of no stress. I dream of clarity.
My dream is fung-shuy. But, I'm an artist, so I know that won't quite work.
I dream of home-cooked meals. A calendar that we look at. A clean house. Laundry that is put away. Nada clutter. You can dream, right?
I dream of windows. Laundry in its place. My own room (yes, Ben's too!). Charlotte's cute pink and green room with painted funky flowers and a "big girl" bed.
I dream of having my plants back in my custody (Swizzle, SPIKE--oh, I miss spike!, Dr. Seuss, Cloey, Rex, doodle). My plants are in foster care right now.
I dream of having my own house again...this is what that MIGHT look like....
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